MESSENGER OF DEATH — [private for now, foreststar]

Massive paw pads carved out a path through the forestry just as a panther stalked prey. A predator. A killer. A murderer. A woman who lost it all. Influenced by the dark forest, her home clan, Bloodclan, and manipulated by dead spirits in which filled her cranium with disceiving lies intoxicated the predator's soul into an endless bath of deathly darkness. Chiseled shoulder blades like razors jutted out from under hide of ripped orientation so heavily scarred and bathed in blood that many would run in fright. They'd presume that she was a Dark Forest Warrior herself and that was exactly who Cougarstar had become. Spirits of the dead seemingly walked beside her, or that's what she saw anyways. Pelts so black that they never seemed to end, like liquidated shadows, smoke billowing behind them as they hissed into ragged ears.

"Slay her."

"Foreststar turned her back on you, just as everyone else did."

"She will pay, Thunderclan will pay... Everyone will pay."

Everyone... Everyone... Everyone...

The words rang through her head like an echo in a cave.

And without mercy did the goddess come gliding through the forestry like a shadow of death, she'd gone through hell and back and everyone could tell. Cougarstar's once emerald baths of crystalline fortune had dimmed with pain, sorrow, grief, and above all anger. Anger filled her every attention accompanied by a saddened pain so strong that she had voided every emotion one could. She no longer felt nor did she give a shit about anything. Everyone turned on her, she was stolen from her home, everywhere she went people seemed to die. Her loves, her friends, family. Starclan robbed her of all of it. The clans robbed her and the Dark Forest was her savior.

Like the deliverer of death came a frame like a cougar itself, muscled and slim, lean and tall. Marked with horrific marks and a tongue so poisonous that she could nearly spit fire. Coming to a halt within Thunderclan territory, Sunningrocks exactly (which she considered her own territory), Cougarstar dismissed the spirits that consumed her mind and they vanished like smoke with the flick of her tail as massive jaws unlatched like a trap. Perhaps it was a trap. "FORESTSTAR."

"Speech."

With powerful vocals such as a hurricane and a vessel of great mass to follow, sharpened jaws and heightened cheek bones lowered from their bellowing state, body relaxing slightly though hardened muscles quivered with adrenalin. mouth closing only before the tyrant lifted her cranium ever so slightly, rolling back her shoulders in wait only before large hind legs and curved hips rippled with a sudden electrification as Cougarstar leaped upon a nearby boulder, paw pads gripping needingly against the rugged surface as she pulled herself up like an eel. Ease and grace of beautification before the sudden emergence of noise hummed in the air in desperate await. Movement in an ocean of greenery and ferns held paw steps in hot pursuit. Dark forest entities surrounding her frame like smoke. Hissed voices and whispers of evil snaking through the air like thick nectar caused Cougarstar to move forward with her plans as the manipulator had become the manipulated. Though she sensed something pure and light, the wait lifted from her chest, Starclan was near now that was a Dark Forest member she could sense this purity in the air against the darkness that clouded her.

Blinded by anger and hatred, the ex-leader consumed the dark spirit's words of murder and horror into her heart and soul in which had darkened during the past months like a rotting apple. The rogue group ravaged her, made Cougarstar what she was before and what she was when she was born. A killer. The Dark Forest, the rogue group, and her home clan of Bloodclan allowed her to be who she truly was all along. Dark. But sad and pained by grief and jealousy. That was Starclan's fault, the clans robbed her of everything she loved. Her plans to become a new self, righteous and merciful were destroyed like it was nothing but child's banter. Perhaps nobody really could change in the end, or so the heroine turned villain (or manipulated to become a villain) believed, you were always who you were from the beginning just as she was.

Merciless, the militant casually lowered her fearless gaze upon a familiar face; it was as if Cougarstar had better places to be. Or so it seems, because in reality she didn't have anywhere else to be but here. She needed to end her enemies and Foreststar was one. The Thunderclan leader denied her of aid and denied her of Riverclans rightful territory. Thunderclan turned their backs upon Riverclan and Cougarstar when they were in need. But when Thunderclan was in trouble, attacked by hounds (compliments of Bloodclan for luring them in) several moons ago, Cougarstar was there to fight along side their neighboring clan. Now in return? She was given nothing; and "thanks" wasn't about to cut it.

Foreststar. The she-cat approached like a goddess from her kingdom, head tall and shoulders back as she seemingly radiated power from her vessel. A smile dripping from the Thunderclanner's maw just as though she didn't know what was going to happen next. Something horrible and heart wrenching; something the old Cougarstar would never do because really; she never minded Foreststar before. She was kind, intelligent, and above all she put her clan first. She was a leader who deserved no enemies, though the different Cougarstar who returned from the Dark Forest had grown darker, vengeful, grief stricken, and blinded by rage only fed by the spirits who controlled her mind.

"Foreststar," she stated simply, now dulled and painful emerald eyes looking the Leader up and down for a moment before a crooked smile curled upon a bloody maw as to her words.

"I thought you were dead. From what I hear, you'd be better off as such."

"Darling, I'm Cougarstar," she began, smile curling out of cruelty, optic spectacles to compliment before continuing, vocals suddenly and unexpectedly dropping from their former mock amusement into something entirely different and haunting. She held seriousness and disgust in her voice with such spit. Power and authority rippling from a sharp tongue so venomous that it spat liquidated fire. Merciless and vain, she spoke with the hunger of a starved tigress. "Nobody can kill me."

Her words like talons through flesh as her face was stoic though glossy eyes held a pain so deep that one could feel it. Did anyone even look for her? Were they all glad that the great Cougarstar had vanished, tired of her hunger for territory and perhaps even power?

She paused, eyes narrowing as the crooked smile of evil betrayal then returned upon a twisted maw as she cocked her head to the side. "But I can kill you."

"I've found myself, love. The Dark Forest my savior and Starclan my foe. Everything I've ever loved stolen from me, ripped from my paws as I fought with tooth and claw. Every friend I've ever held onto: dead. Every lover whom I've possessed: gone. Sisters and brothers vanished just as my leadership did when I was stolen from my home, ripped away from my kits. Starclan was the end of me as they manipulated me, played me like I was a fool, then expected me to be who I was not: a saint, as I am a cold blooded killer, bloodlusted and merciless- for that, my birth home of Bloodclan has accepted me. And unlike Starclan, the Dark Forest will never turn their back on me like everyone else did. They'v accepted me and without limitation I am free to take revenge on those who have wronged me... And you are one."

"Speech."

The goddess analyzed her features with the calculation bestowed in a general. Spear tipped gaze narrowed ever so slightly as a cruel smile took its form across a lean maw as to her shock. No doubt Foreststar was taken aback. The fem had literally dropped every moral she used to have. She lacked empathy, always did, but now she didn't care, she couldn't feel it anymore. The emotions were ever so numbed but two. Grief and anger. They consumed her so that she was blinded and manipulated.

"The Dark Forest? Known as The Place of No Stars. It opposes Starclan in the Starpelt, capturing every cat of hell into it's cradles," she growled, how did she not know of such a place? Everyone knew of the Dark Forest. It was basically hell and Starclan was heaven. "I am more myself than I ever was before," the chausie snarled, snapping jaws and lashing her long tail behind a massive frame of muscle unharmed from the drought as the goddess found her home in Bloodclan now, unlike Foreststar and Thunderclan in which had become the victim of such cruelty. Perhaps it was true, Cougarstar always held down such a horrible, bloodthirsty character from forming until now. She lost so many to death that she had become death itself.

"You're right, I'm not here to speak," she growled, eyes narrowing.

With the words dangling in the air did the goddess ever move so suddenly, massive muscles propelling the tyrantess forward where her forpaws dug into the soil, realing her hind legs powerfully off the ground and into the air for a roundhouse side kick, aiming for Foreststar's rib cage. Upon landing, a paw lashed out, bloody talons aiming to coil around Foreststar's hind leg with the speed of a striking cobra, claws sinking into her flesh in order to drag the limb out from under her body. If the Empress was successful with dragging the opposing female savagely down, Cougarstar's ivory incisors would propel forward in order to clench down upon the back of Foreststar's neck, heavy paws would smash horribly upon her shoulders to hold her down as she tore at her flesh.

"Speech."

had so much fun writing this omg

rushed as heck though so probs some spelling errors- tried my best to write what i visuallized in my head so i'm trying not to make it come across as powerplaying(ish) haha b/c it's not <333

Her attacks were successful as the tyrant's boulder like paws smashed into Foreststar's shoulder bones before gnarly claws ripped through thin flesh and fragile bones in the woman's hind leg. With coiled claws snared within her leg, the fem managed to twisting sharply around to face the she-cat once more. But just as Foreststar landed did she turned her great mass of force into another attack, barrelling herself towards Cougarstar within close quartered range as she flew through the air with fangs and talons exposed.

Thinking with the intake of a breath, Foreststar planned on ramming her, maybe even knock her over and turning the tawny cat on her belly. Cougar could take the attack full frontal, though Foreststar's whole force would most likely knock her on her back and cause her to leave her stomach exposed. Leaping out of the way would leave an attack to her flank at such a close range and again, it would knock her off balance. Foreststar would have to take the unexpected.

Blinking, the chausie suddenly ducked against the ground, hind legs prepared to explode and uncoil with power, however, they remained still and quivering with force as she resembled a slab of stone. Foreststar would have to impact upon her back instead of slamming into her side as she predicted, if Foreststar was successful with landing upon the chausie's back, the Thunderclanner's great claws would curl within her flesh and blood would splatter about the premises. Pain would strike throughout her flesh and with Foreststar taking her landing upon Cougarstar's back and her claws within her spine would the Bloodclanner throw her weight backward, hind legs exploding in the blink of an eye as she hurdled towards the ground with Foreststar hopefully on her back. If Cougarstar was successful with her tuck and explode, she'd manage to break several ribs with such a mass amount of weight, knock the air from her lungs, or knock her head savagely against the rocks.

With blood spewing and hot breath escaping from parched maws did a cruel smile crawl upon horrifying features, the blood, the action, the betrayal Foreststar must have felt. Her own power. What fun!

If her first attack was successful, the ex-leader would twist around to pin the female against the ground with one hind paw pressed against the she-cat's belly, claws ripping forcefully within soft skin in an attempt to ride through flesh and blood down the length. Her hind paws wrapping around the she-cat's temples to throw her head up and then back down to crash against the drought hardened ground and pointed rocks repeatedly over and over again. Cougarstar was known for her savagery, and Foreststar would be her first account.

"Speech."